“Good morning.” His voice is deep and rough from sleep.
“Morning.”
Reaching up, I run my palm up his chest, loving the hardness of his muscles. My thumb runs over his nipple, and he sucks in a shaky breath. I smile at his response and continue my exploration. My fingers idly trace over the wings tattooed on his chest. The angel wings stretch across both pecs from the middle of his sternum to his shoulders. Over his heart, the name Riley is woven in with the feathers. I look up into his pale blue eyes as they stare down at me.
“Who’s Riley?” I whisper.
Logan’s hand reaches up and threads into my hair behind my ear, his thumb stroking my cheek. I’m not sure he’s going to answer when he drops his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. When he opens them, the look there is pure devastation.
His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, “My brother.”
The absolute heartbreak in his voice and the sorrow in his eyes tells me Riley has passed. I touch his cheek, keeping my eyes locked with his. “I’m sorry,” I whisper back.
He lets out an uneven breath, his head lifting, and in a moment his mouth is on mine. My hands slip into the hair at the back of his head, and I pull him closer. Logan’s massive hands wrap around me, pulling me tight against his body. I moan into his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip.
Logan breaks the kiss, and skims his nose over my jaw. “When I kiss you, it’s like you set my soul on fire. It almost–”
“Consumes you?” I pant.
“Yes . . . ”
Logan rolls us so he’s on top of me, staring down into my eyes. There are no clothes between us, and as I feel Logan grow harder, I instantly become wet. My legs wrap around his hips, and I rock upward. Logan’s eyes fall closed, his head dropping to mine as we rock against each other.
“Logan.”
At the sound of his name, his blue eyes flash open. “I’m clean, are you . . . ”
“I’m clean and protected,” I say, answering his unasked question. I can’t fall pregnant until I’m fully mated.
Logan’s mouth covers mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth, making me dizzy. With another rock of his hips, he enters me, bare. I break the kiss, arching my back off the bed at the sensations of him being inside me without any barrier. He is hot and silky as he slides in and out. Every sensation is a little more intense and a little warmer than before. I’ve never felt anything like it. The feeling is indescribable. Perfect. Logan’s lips clamp over my breast, sucking hard, a wave of pleasure rushing over me.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed.
“Fuck,” Logan grounds out.
My nails dig into his arms, trying to find purchase as he moves faster. His lips drop to my neck, biting down on the sensitive skin before laying a soft kiss over it, making me quiver and clench around him.
“Salena,” he growls, slamming into me harder. “I could fuck you all day and never tire.”
His words fill me with contentment, making nerves take flight. Logan pulls out and flips me over with no effort, sliding a pillow under my hips. Then his teeth bite down on my ass cheek and I shriek in surprise. He chuckles, nipping and kissing up my spine. When he reaches my neck, I’m basically panting with need. I want him inside of me now.
“Logan, please,” I beg, my chest heaving. Logan’s fingers trail up my back and fist my hair, angling my head to the side. His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. I lift my hips slightly as he pushes back in. We both groan as Logan releases my hair and cages me with his powerful arms, pounding into me with renewed fervor that has dark spots dancing in front of my eyes. I grip the bedsheets in both hands, taking everything he’s giving me. His hand slides around my stomach and down to find my clit, one swipe of his thumb, and I am gone.
“Logan!” I scream, burying my face in the mattress as I ride the waves cresting my body. I grind my hips into his hand as he draws out my pleasure. I feel him getting closer, his movements erratic. Both his hands move to my waist, pulling me into his thrust, and my stomach tenses, my limbs trembling. I turn my head back. My eyes meet Logan’s and hold, the muscles in his neck strain, his mouth drops open, and a flood of warmth spreads within me. The moment makes me shatter into a thousand pieces, moaning into the bed, milking his cock as pleasure lights me up from the inside out.
Logan collapses onto my back, his heavy breathing ruffling my hair.
“Fuck, Salena.”
I hum in response, unable to answer him just yet.
Chapter Eighteen
Logan
I’mpacingthesmallarea of the break room, reading the file on the missing girl. Victim one is still a Jane Doe, but victim two is from Lincoln, Nebraska. Hannah disappeared after leaving work around four months ago.
Movement from the side has me stepping out of the way of an officer as I mumble an apology. My eyes glue to the page in front of me. A throat clears from the doorway, and I glance up at Milo.
